Title: No Requiem

P O V: Erin Lindsay

Location: Chicago, Illinois

Date: Friday April 28th 2017

"Hellomy name is…. I paused to take a few deep breaths looking around the room filled with teens who all thought they were there for a support group. They had no idea that this was a front for a prostitution ring. Even with the air on I was still sweating shaking slightly from the chills running up and down my spine. My eyes scanned the room discreetly.

Fold out chairs in the middle of the room twenty-five to thirty-five faces all looking bored. Some sleeping some rolling their eyes a few were focused on me mildly paying attention. None of them here by choice instead ordered by Judge Devin QuarterMaine. He wasn't the leader of this ring no that was 29 year old Miguel Rodriquez who was pacing up and down the floor, checking out the kids he spotted out the weaker ones usually the girls. He befriended them got them to trust them and when he had them under his thumb he sold them to the highest bidder.

Every week he held three meetings Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays. Every Friday was the auction. Besides the kids in the room were the buyers posing as guest speakers, they were from all walks of life. Doctors, Lawyers, Priests, Judges, Actors, Construction workers, Accountants.

I've been undercover for over two weeks now I've gotten Miguel to trust me throwing compliments on me, he bought me presents showered me with affection. Tonight I was to be sold my throat felt tight my stomach had butterflies beating wildly trying to stretch their wings which were being confined to the lining of my stomach. These bitches really wanted out to because I had to swallow several times against the rising tide of vomit.

Why was I so nervous? I've done hundreds of undercover jobs since becoming a cop, sure some had gone wrong but each time I came out on top taking down the bad guys. Yet tonight I had a really bad feeling in my gut which had little to do with the nausea. I trust my gut it's gotten me through a lot of tough shit. I've lived enough of harshness in this life to know that when my body is picking up on a bad feeling I need to listen.

I couldn't just bail not when I looked out seeing these innocent eyes staring back at me. These kids have seen the worst some of them have done pretty horrible things, they wouldn't have been sent to Judge QuarterMaine if they were straight A honor students who listened to mommy and daddy. Yet they were still kids who had no idea they were about to be victims in a cruel game being driven by sick ass twisted minded adults,

Zoey Aideen she's 16 she had come to us begging for help four weeks ago. I had arrested her six weeks ago for solicitation and possession. She didn't want help at first not till she found out her family was looking for her missed her wanted her back no matter what she had done. That's when she told us about this meeting about how she was sent here.

Zoey had runaway from home three years ago after her parents forbid her to date a cute boy in her class, saying she was too young. She wanted to prove to them she was old enough to take care of herself so she ran away stole money from her moms purse got on a bus from Springfield to Chicago.

She lived on the streets for months before she was arrested for stealing from Macy's she had the misfortune of getting Judge QuarterMaine who sent her here where Miguel took to her like a moth to a flame. She was scared lonely hungry and tired so she bought his charm compliments. She was sold within two weeks to a doctor.

She's become one of Miguel's best girls. Now however she's scared she found out three weeks ago she was pregnant she wants a better life for her child, she doesn't know how to make it though.

Calm yourself Erin she's counting on you. My hand slide over my stomach I know her fear. Being pregnant it's wonderful if your ready terrifying if your not. My eyes found Detective Jay Halstead in the crowd posing as a buyer, his eyes stayed with mine for a moment we may be broken up my mind knew it, my heart however didn't care it still beat insanely when I saw his sexy eyes, heard his laugh. I was completely in love with Jay even if I would never be good enough for him. Relax Erin relax your not the kid you use to be your a grown up now with an amazing job one your excellent at. You've saved many kids before you can do this again. Deep breath ignore the bad feeling the flutter in your stomach the urge to pee.

My eyes landed on the rest of my team Officer Kevin Atwater who was posing a bouncer by the door with a pick in his mouth chewing on it. He nodded at me his eyes trying to reassure me. Detective Alvin Olinsky who's basically my uncle he was closer to me sitting in one of the chairs his posture relaxed left foot resting on the back of a chair right across his left knee.

He was pretending to look at his phone yet his eyes were scanning for every little detail. Officer Kim Burgess who was posing as a teen with a drug habit she was shaking as she sat in her seat getting Miguel's attention.

Her eyes reassuring me I could do this. Outside by the exits were Sargent Hank Voight my father figure. Antonio Dawson on lend from the state's attorney's office with his partner Laura Nagel posing as bouncers. If it wasn't for Hank I wouldn't be here today. I would be just another statistic a throwaway kid who got caught in the viscous world of the streets. The way many of these kids would be if we didn't do our jobs today.

Taking a deep breath I kept going one look from Olinsky I knew it was time. Glancing to Officer Adam Ruzek who was posing as a buyer. Show time Erin smile breath deep and look vulnerable.

Easy to do when I thought about my life before Hank. That was then though this was now, now I was.

"My name is Catrina Jay I am fifteen and I am… "A Rat!" The cry came from a ten year old Chris Shelton shit I felt my stomach tighten "She's a cop!" Chairs scattered my eyes locked with Chris. I had arrested his mom three months ago he was angry at the system that had him in yet another foster home.

I reached for my gun seconds too late as I felt Miguel grab my hair yanking me back his arm wrapped around my throat cutting off oxygen. I couldn't scream as I felt the gun press against my head. "No one enjoys killing Rats I mean cops more than I do!" "Anybody moves this bitch dies"

A/N So most of this story will focus on Erin's time as a street kid. Something we know very little about which means her character may seem a little AU. I'm trying to portray the life of a street kid as real as I can without ever knowing what it feels like to be in their shoes. Please pay close attention to the top of each chapter for the dates and character p o v/ Some chapters will told in Essay forms.

Thank you for reading reviews are always welcome. So what is everyone feeling towards Sophia Bush possibly leaving Chicago PD?